One for Evan.
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One for Clara.
The packet for Clara contained something different.
Not legal documents.
Receipts.
Medical bills.
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Prescription costs.
Gas expenses.
Hotel stays from appointments.
Everything I had paid for while helping her through her illness.
On top of the stack, I placed a single typed sentence.
“I gave all of this freely when I believed you loved me too.”
The following evening I sent our daughter to my mother’s house.
Then I prepared dinner.
Candles.
Nice plates.
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Fresh tea.
The good napkins.
If this family was going to end, I wanted them to remember exactly how it happened.
Clara arrived carrying dessert.
Evan followed shortly after.
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Neither of them suspected a thing.
We sat together.
We ate.
We talked.
I watched them exchange glances.
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Tiny looks they probably thought nobody noticed.
But once you know the truth, you see everything.
Finally dessert arrived.
I stood up.
“I have something for both of you.”
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I placed a silver gift box in the center of the table.
Clara smiled.
“For us?”
“Open it.”
She lifted the lid.
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The color drained from her face instantly.
Evan leaned forward.
His expression changed too.
Inside were the screenshots.
